Monday, October 13, 2014

Semantic satiation

They say if you repeat a word
up to three times a second
for 15 seconds

that's enough for
the word to
lose its meaning.

You thought
it was too soon for me to feel anything,
you never truly believed it.

I add my love
to one hopeless sentence,
make it my last.

I find it hard these days
 to place it
in context.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

September

September keeps stealing
the people I love away from me.

There has been too much heat
and too little shade these days.

You find neighbors in their porches
talking politics and having lemonade.

We now plant people like trees.
They grow arms as long as branches

which still fail to touch the clouds
but make great hangers for hopes.

Bring the canary back into the house by nightfall.
- says your last note

forgiving the creature for it cannot sing.
This is the lesson you leave us.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Close to heart

My grandmother had a strategy
to remember anything -
she stashed things in her bra:

her ID card,
money,
shopping lists,

general notes,
bus tickets,
handkerchiefs,

a black and white photo of grandpa
in his wedding suit,
'what a rare man he was'. 

As I look for a safe place
to keep my favorite thought of you,
she comes back to my mind

gathering blackberries in the yard,
lost in conversations with the memory
of the man she loved always close to heart.